Agnes Berkshire was born with life handed to her in a silver platter, yet she still chose to run away.
Winding up in the city of London, working at an agency run by two boys with no adult supervision; in which she absolutely despises the owner.
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"IT'S ALL EMPTY. GEORGE MUST HAVE FORGOTTEN TO RESTOCK." Lucy sighed. they were at the storage room in the basement. searching for whatever could help them in their search for George and the mirror.
"no. this is my fault. I should've noticed what was happening to him." Lockwood retorted blaming himself for everything. "no. we all should've noticed. it was in our faces but we were all focused on other things." Lucy replied, opening another box.
"it all started going wrong when I joined. I screwed everything up between you." Agnes blamed herself now. too used to being the scapegoat in her old agency and in her family. she shouldn't have been playing happy couple with Lockwood, she should have focused on work more. because now she had a missing friend and had to move away before she could hurt the people she loved even more.
Lockwood shook his head, pausing his search to look at Agnes. "you didn't do anything...I mean how could you know? we know?"Agnes left her mouth agape, not knowing how to reply to his questions. "one measly box of salt-bombs. this is a nightmare. we're dead!" Lucy looked in between Lockwood and Agnes in worry.
"maybe. but if anything's worth dying for..." Lockwood sighed. "I agree." Agnes nodded her head, and anyways. it was better off dead then back at home where she knew that the punishment would be harsh against her skin.
"if any agent's gonna beat this bone glass, Bickerstaff, whatever grip they've got on George, it's you two." Lockwood began, putting on his black coat by the door. Lucy was strapping herself with a rapier and Agnes grabbed her long black leather coat, her rapier and multiple daggers made her armed to the very teeth. "thanks. put it all on us, why don't you?" Lucy let out an exasperated sigh— Agnes was quiet, abnormally quiet as she thought about the Skull.
"that's not what I mean. what I mean is, that we're gonna do this. the three of us." Lockwood grabbed a rapier, guarding it safely on his holster. "for George." he declared, his eyes lingering on the thinking girl. "for George." both skillful listeners nodded along.
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"I knew there was something off about her." Agnes confessed, looking at the window of the cab. "she was in front of us this whole time. poking her nose in before we'd even opened Bickerstaff's bloody coffin." Lockwood frowned, growing more irritated by the second. he was on the opposite side of Agnes, with Lucy to the middle as she fiddled with her thighs quite uncomfortably to be sitting in the middle.
"she must've hired Carver to steal the bone glass and put a knife in his back when he double-crossed her and took it to Winkman. I can't believe she's capable of something like this." Lucy's eyebrows almost intertwined together as she theorized.
